John André Turn: Washington's Spies Novels & Stories

"John is a very manipulative person. He knew what he wanted, and he went after it." "This is sick," Andreas said, shaking his head. “He's a monster.” The revelation left everyone in shock. Andreas couldn't believe that John had been able to fool everyone for so long. The pieces of the puzzle were slowly starting to come together, but there was still so much that they didn't know. The sheriff and his team continued to investigate, following up on every lead and clue that they could find. Andreas and the rest of the group tried to keep busy, but their minds were constantly consumed with thoughts of Rebecca and what could have happened to her.

When Nathaniel first took office, this person was working very hard too. That man also worked very hard around him, and he never dragged him down. Unexpectedly, he was actually an undercover agent sent by the enemy to spy on him. Frankly speaking, if it weren't for the plot to lure their enemies out, Nathaniel wouldn't have thought that this person would be a spy. It was so hard to read through a person's deepest thoughts, just like this man's. After Serene spoke, she left, escorted heavily by a security team. Jason Lesley stepped up to speak about the President's present condition.

What's going on? “What is this?” I glare at alexander as the officers approached, this had Alexander written all over it. At first I had thought they were here for me, but then one of the officers stopped right in front of Andre with a hard stare. "Andre Washington?" The officer didn't wait for a response. "You're being brought in for questioning on charges of unlawful surveillance. We need you to come with us now." I turned to look at Andre in shock and the back at the officers.

“I want to feel some fresh air not being shackled at home. So give me space, Andrei.” With that last outburst, Vera walked away. That gave Andrei the opportunity to check up on who had been calling him. Grabbing his phone from his pocket, he saw Clinton’s name on his screen. Andrei’s face drew together in a frown as he wondered what must have made Clinton call him. Andrei and David employed a spy who watches any new movement of the mafias and their men into the States. “Could something have happened to make Clinton call?” Andrei thought aloud.

Of course, those detail hadn't all been included in the article. Andre returned the magazine to him and leaned back into his seat, wondering how to reward Ms. Lynn for the perfect execution of that project. Thanks to her, he had fired and blacklisted those interns who had dared play spy in his company. "You know I could have you arrested for this." Andre knew when to call a bluff, and laughed humorlessly. "I don't know why you keep believing it's me. Play detective, big brother. You could find something to keep you busy since it seems your company isn't doing well these days."

When he was done, I asked, "And if something leaks that can't be spun?" Jennings smirked, leaning closer as he said, "Then we make sure it doesn't leak. I've been in Washington for twenty years, Adrian. I know where every skeleton is buried, and I know who is responsible for everything. If those fuckers try to take us down, we hit them ten times harder."

While the man named, Spencer cocked his brow and said, “what’s up?” “He’s Andrius, the 21st agent of SDI. He’ll be in the field after weeks.” Mr. Johansson stood up, “Spencer, take him to the training room. And you know what to do.” The old man went closer to him and tapped his shoulder. “You got this, son,” he said and smiled. “Agatha,” he called the blonde girl who dressed all black, “let’s review the case of your next mission,” Mr. Johansson said and leave.

“Not on paper. But Andre wasn’t just an escort. He was close. Access. He moved in rooms where powerful men and women forgot to be careful.” I exhaled slowly. “He wasn’t muscular,” Jenny continued. “He was intimate. He was paid to listen. To remember. To be invisible.” My stomach twisted. Andre hadn’t just followed my routines. He’d watched people around me. Learned habits. Learned weaknesses. Learned how to blend into luxury spaces without being questioned, because men like him were never questioned. And Avalon had trained him for that. “He worked events,” Jenny said. “Private parties. Off-books meetings. The kind where names aren’t recorded and faces are remembered instead.”

"Or so we thought." Jackson leaned forward. "What do you mean?" "I mean I had my people run a deeper background check. Turns out Mr. John has been involved in some gray-area activities for about five years. Cyber espionage, specifically. Nothing we could ever prove enough to charge him with, but enough flags that he's been on our radar." Five years. Jackson's stomach twisted. That was when they'd been dating. When Marcus had been in his apartment, in his life, in his bed. And the whole time, he'd been running illegal side projects.

"This is probably a conspiracy Shaquille concocted. He wanted to poison Mr. Leeroy through your hands." Andre suddenly realized the truth. No wonder Leeroy was so ruthless. Not only did Leeroy not let him return home, but he even kicked him out of Debonaire City. "Who's the spy?" Andre asked. "Nico,” Adrian answered, "He’s a very clever old man who’s playing both sides to make more money." Andre regretted deeply. Nico had followed him for many years, and he thought of Nico as family. He never expected this to be Nico’s handiwork.